I'm glad those who read the one-shot Dance Zak, Dance! liked it. And if you haven't read the one-shot, I hope you read it because apparently from what I've heard it's good family bonding and character building between Zak and Brittany...

Well, enough of my ramblings, on with the third chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Secret Saturdays

Chapter 3

Fisk jumped for Brittany and she danced out of the way with as much grace as a swan. Everytime Fisk jumped or leaped for Brittany, she danced out of the way, doing different sorts of dances to get out of the way. The last one was the limbo.

"Come one Fisk, is that all you got?" Brittany jived, jumping out of the way as her brother leaped for her again.

She danced in a circle, humming a song to herself, taunting smile alight on her face. However, she didn't get to finish the circle.

Brittany had her back to Fisk's front, and that's when he took the chance to tackle the eleven year old. He pinned his sister to the ground, and looked down at her smiling laughing face.

"Ha ha, nice one Fisk," She laughed, struggling to get herself free. She wasn't able to get out, so she lifted her feet and kicked them out at Fisk's chest. No use. So, she did the one thing she was best at. She screamed.

The scream Brittany let out was ear splitting, and caused Fisk to let go of her and clutch his own ears. She smiled sadly to herself. She didn't want to do this, really, but she had to at least make it convincing.

Brittany rolled out from underneath from her brother. She got to her feet nimbly, poising herself on her toes, standing on them perfectly, holding the cage side for support as she held herself upright. She stopped screaming, and Fisk let go of his ears.

"Come and get me," Brittany taunted, and when her brother came at her she swung her foot out at him, connecting with the jaw of her brother. Fisk wasn't moved much, maybe just a few inches to Brittany's right, but that at least gave her the space to move out of the way as her brother through a punch at where she had been standing.

Yet, Brittany had been about to move out of the way yet again when her brother caught her in the stomach with his fist. She was down in a second, coughing.

Brittany knew she was out, and she wasn't able to do anything more. Right now she was already fighting the urge to fall unconscious.

Just then, she heard the cage door slide open, the sound grinding her ears. The men with the tazers came in and two of them used the tazers on Fisk, keeping him back while the other two used them to force Brittany up and out of the cage.

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Zak couldn't believe that that was actually Brittany. It just seemed so surreal. His sister, fighting his brother? That idea in itself was preposterous. Brittany would never want to hurt them. Embarrass maybe, hurt definitely not. Brittany wasn't the type for unneeded violence! That couldn't be Brittany, Zak just couldn't believe it!

Yet, deep down in his heart, Zak did know it was his sister. He recognized some of the things that she had done. He had stumbled upon his sister in her room before, practicing dancing after an unfortunate incident after the first week she had been there that Zak would not like to repeat.

Anyways, Zak had discovered his sister could dance and extremely well. And, there was absolutely no doubt that that was Brittany. But, there wasn't anything he could do. Not right now though. It pained him to think that, but it was true. Not right now.

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She behaved only how she was supposed to- obedient and mindless. She didn't speak, she didn't say anything. She only followed orders.

Only moments before there had been a huge influx of power- power that came from that boy named Zak Saturday. It was power that could influence Cryptid's ways of thinking. It had controlled, and it tried to make her obey, but she didn't. She resisted. She had to. It had left her with an enormous headache, but she resisted.

But, right now, she could not dwell on any of that. She had a job to do, and orders to follow. She was a mindless drone only supposed to follow what she was told.

"Open the door my dear." She nodded at the order, and started the dance she had been learning. This was a dance that took her the better part of a month to learn, and without music it was even harder to perform. So, she took the liberty of memorizing the music as well, and she was humming it along with her dancing to make sure she got it right.

She danced with as much grace as a swan and the finesse of a professional ballet dancer. Her movements were flawless and were precise. Just like they were supposed to be.

After long last, the dance was over, and she finished the dance with a downward spiral into a kneeling position directly in front of the door. She bowed her head, and when she bowed it, the door opened. She rose to her feet and trekked inside after the others.

Mindless and thoughtless. Obedient to every command. That's what she was supposed to be. And she was, down to the very last extremity.

What she saw inside the room as she went inside along with them was surprising.

It was a pictogram with a picture of a very familiar gorilla cat with markings around it.

And then she saw black.

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When Brittany woke up from unconsciousness, she realized that she wasn't in that wretched cell anymore. No, she was in a room she didn't recognize. It reminded her of a hospital.

"Brittany! You're up!" Zak threw his arms around his sister, half on her infirmary bed. He had been so worried about her! First he had to watch her fight Fisk, then they found her unconscious in Kur's tomb!

"Zak," Brittany said, hugging her brother back awkwardly, grimacing in pain as a headache assaulted her.

"Uh, what happened?" She asked once Zak let her go, and raised a hand to her head, rubbing the side of it slightly in hopes of getting rid of her headache. Zak sat, half on, half off, of her bed."And, where am I?"

"We don't know." Zak replied, "We were hoping you could explain. And, you're in the medical bay of the airship."

That's when Brittany noticed the bandages on her body. Her feet were mummy like, wrapped in bandages, and she had odd bandages on the rest of her ranging from band-aids to bandages like the ones on her feet.

"Ah," Brittany said after a few minutes. "Who was that man?" Zak looked confused.

"Man?" He asked confused. "What man?" Brittany looked confused back. What did he mean, 'what man?'

"That one that was down by the cage with Fisk," Brittany elaborated. "Who was it?" Zak beamed.

"Oh, that was-" But Zak didn't finish, because another voice resonated from the door.

"Hey mini man."

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Ha ha! You guys should have seen your faces at that last part! They were so priceless! So, as you all know who the man at the end is, I'm going to answer the questions that will probably pop up in reviews right now: Yes. Doyle will play a semi-major role in this story. Now, I have to run before I get tackled by Doyle fan-girls.

Please Read and Review and tell me what you guys think!

-Scarpaw Signing Out-